I Became the First Prince: Legend of Sword's Song

"The same provocation..."

"Shut up. I'm not asking you..."

He raises his sword as if he was seizing, pretending to be relaxed.

"Your Majesty! Be careful! "

"Your Majesty!"

Urgent warning, but I didn't have a single eyebrow.

I just liberated my oppressive rage.

As I climbed into the Sword Master, the horror of a hero who had reached the fullest, and my anger, which had been stolen from the body, pressed me to shoot the three-prince.

"Huh? Ugh..."

The stiffened prince sighs in confusion.

I turned my gaze more towards that ugly figure.

"What the hell are you doing? "

There was my body.

The only thing that remained in my body that could not be woken up was the enormous energy that I accumulated in my life.

Nevertheless, my body is awake.

That meant something I didn't know occupied my body.

He wasn't a wreck. It's too bad to wake up my body on my own, because his soul is so filthy.

I looked around.

I saw dead bodies that had lost their vitality and were pecking as they were pecking.

It was a sign of the power of covetousness as a sword.

I stared at my body again.

He took possession of others and revealed them to an unidentified existence, even to a full-blown predator.

Ooooooooooooooooo.

Earth trembled. The turbulence and energy that flowed out of my body shook everywhere.

But something unidentified occupied my body, there was no response.

Until now, he left his entire body and exercised the power of covetousness as he wished, so that even the predators acted like ordinary swords of sheep that no longer existed.

"If you're not going to reveal yourself, you have to find out for yourself. "

I reached out. I snatched my body from the hands of a hardened three-prince.

No, I tried to take it.

But I couldn't.

Quajic!

Suddenly, a fierce cold burst out of my hand.

I bite my hands instinctively.

The quality leather combat gloves are frozen white.

(chuckles)

When he grabs his fist, the frozen gloves tear apart.

I robbed my hand and shared the humiliating cold that invaded my body.

If I was a little late, my hand would not be fine either, and my impression was cut.

I knew what kind of cold my body was when it was like that.

It was when the one who was not the owner touched. It also meant that my body now strictly owned.

"It's not enough for an unqualified man like you to raise his hand. "

I heard a flattering voice.

I turned my head and saw a threesome laughing at me with a controversial face.

"The only one who can touch this sword is the one who was chosen by the true, great ancestral spirit. "

A poor sense of fulfillment for those who believe they have been chosen by the New Testament.

"And the spirit of the forefathers chose me. "

I filled my tongue.

"Stupid guy. "

"What?"

I asked the frowner.

"Do you really think you were chosen as the owner? "

"I don't believe it. "

He smiles at me. It was a laughter with a low sense of victory.

I smiled at him, too.

"You were not chosen as the master. "

He was chosen. But I wasn't chosen as the owner.

I was just chosen as a slave.

No, he was overreacting.

"You're just a sacrifice. "

He was just the greedy instinct of a sword, a prey that would soothe hundreds of years of transgression.

In fact, he has been aging rapidly since the moment he stopped slaughtering.

Wrinkles on the mouth, dull skin that doesn't fit into a fifteen-year-old.

If he can't find a sacrifice to replace himself, he'll soon be as lively as his neck.

The moment of destruction is already near my nose, but only I didn't know it.

"No matter how much you talk, nothing changes. "

Since I couldn't awaken the sword with my sword, it's no different from not being orthodox, and the Three Princes denied my father.

"From now on, I will lead this country. "

Then he declared himself the only adversary in the country.

I was so accustomed to the ignorance of foolish objectors and the vain greed of unqualified objectors.

It was like a bungalow, not unlike those who were blind to greed in the past and held the sword in their hands.

And that last one won't be any different.

I sighed.

"It's only been two days, so my karma is really great. "

Although it was not my intention, I hurt two descendants of my friendship who promised to take care of me.

My heart was heavy.

The weight of the sword I held was even greater. I didn't speak out or deny the pressure.

I only heard the sword, bearing that much weight.

"Your Majesty! The protection of the Two Princes is over! "

Arwen told me when it was time.

The evacuation of all wounded is over. From now on, you can run as fast as you like.

"In a gap! "

A strand of familiar Leonberger's blood rolled around and grinded it.

All that's left now are my knights, the royal benefactors, and the court knights who are ranked at the top of the line. And it was just the king and the queen. "It doesn't matter. Your Majesty is here. "

The third prince, who took care of his face late, said.

"I will slit your throat from this place and find all the blood of Leonberger before nightfall. "

The glare becomes darker in the eyes of the laughter as if it were fun to think about.

"And I will be king of this country! "

And at that moment, a tremendous force flowed out of his body.

"Look!"

Strong energy in close proximity to the power of the Swordmaster.

"This is the power of the Dragon Slayer! Watch, Feel and Praise! "

He shouts in a fierce tone.

I shake my head.

"That is not the power of the sword. "

It's been a source of life since I was born.

The possibility that you might have climbed on your own one day if you had been honest for a while,

The human life itself, which had to be enjoyed for decades to a hundred years,

It was only the last flame that burned all of them at once.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Numerous thoughts came and went into my head.

The third of the stupid and awkward royal family,

Only greed is immense compared to natural objects and abilities.

My father and brothers have endured and will finally rise to the throne.

Even such a person is governed by the sword and speaks of the glory of the kingdom while only instinct remains.

I opened my eyes.

I looked at the three princes. One day, an aging and rapidly ageing face resembled someone.

I turned my head.

The king was there. I've seen the same face as my crazy son.

From time to time, the Empire tried to break the kingdom's regularity by adding provisions to the treaty.

The conversation I had with Marquis Villefeld came to mind.

Every successor to the Earl and beyond made a ridiculous request to go to the Empire before he was thirteen years old to receive a five-year compulsory education at the Imperial Academy.

You have made countless other unfair demands, but you have not accepted them all.

In return, nobles and knights who were loyal to His Majesty were missing or questioned. Among them were His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness.

The monarch of the small country, as the Marquis said,

It is the king of Leonberg who does not want to go forward, but does not want to retreat.

It is to hang on to the end of the brick and to the end.

It was barely understood.

It's only at this moment that the young prince and the sword are pointed at in front of the old father.

The wailing and mourning of the servants who sat on the throne touched my soul for the first time, dressed in royal robes that did not fit the body. Goooooooooo.

I fixed the sword with both my hands.

And I looked at the poor loser.

He brings the upheaval to its peak. The energy blooms from the three princes' bodies also become even more massive.

He looks at me and laughs.

"I hated you from the beginning. "

"I hated you, too. "

"That's great! "

The three princes set up their swords and rushed to me.

The demon sword, which fed on the prince's vitality with its cravings, vomited coldness.

Seeing that, I chanted a small poem in my heart.

Part of the legend of the dragon slayer that he craved.

Krrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The Earth roared and sang the myth of the True Dragon.

Singing became power, and destruction divided the world.

I cut off the cold that was spreading like a frozen son-in-law, and touched the body of the poor defeated man beyond.

The three princes stopped without even fully lowering the sword they had erected.

"Ah..."

The trio prince's gaze was on my arm.

Tuck.

Both hands, cut off from the elbow, fell to the ground. Still grabbing the black one.

"Ahhh? Ahhh..."

The three princes sat down with a frozen voice.

Decades of years sat on the face of the three princes who could not even shed blood and saw my forearm cut off.

I remember the moment I first met the three princes.

The young prince who approached him with his insistence on trampling on his brother and telling him his name, then cursed him with ugliness and humility. Now that I've come to think of it, it was just a child's strikes and competition.

"But I don't really like it right now. "

I heard the sword.

He who is deprived of life by [the power of covetousness] will groan and die in terrible pain. I will put an end to that suffering with my hands.

Ping!

Then I heard a small noise somewhere.

And an arrow was placed on the forehead of the three princes.

I turned my head in search of the direction where the arrow flew.

There was a king with a bow.

There was a king who punished the traitor, a father who cut off the life of the Lost Wheel.

The king said.

"Burn the body of the traitor and collect the bodies of the warriors and warriors. "

He hid the pain in his eyes and played the harsh monarch with his mouth.

And I saw it for the first time.

It is not the upheaval of the soul that has been looked upon with the slightest power, but the soul of the real king.

I had to lose what I had, one by one, so I wouldn't back off.

And now my soul comes into my eyes with a poor whore who had to lose even my son at the end.

The king looked at me.

Bugs and bumps.

The King approached me.

And he came before me, and bowed his back.

Jaw.

The king, who took the forearm of the Three Princes from the sword, peered at me.

Then he gave me the sword.

"It's yours. "

It really meant a lot.

Funnily enough, I couldn't accept the sword.

Until a while ago, I felt for the first time the weight of the royal succession that I thought was just a dummy running into my body.

You're not the only one who fights and moves on.

I once again discussed the king's qualifications with arrogant gaze.

"Take it."

The king shoved his sword at me again. I carefully put out my two hands and took the sword.

The king turns around, and leads the knights away.

The queen approached me and hugged me.

"Do not curse Your Majesty as a father without blood or tears. "

The Queen's voice in her ear was also full of pain.

"Your Majesty just didn't want the child to bear the burden of taking the life of my brother. "

The words were blocked, and I couldn't even speak.

That's how I watched the king and queen disappear.

Ooooooooooooooooooooo.

At that moment, my body, held in my hands, cried. And someone came to talk to me.